Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.